Yes, I'm a day behind...but that gets to the heart of this anyhow. When is settling for less than perfection just settling?
I guess I never expected to be: a perfect pastor, a perfect mother, a perfect wife, a perfect housekeeper, etc. But how come it feels like settling for less than perfection is settling? It feels like I'm not good enough at any of those things and so it doesn't matter that I'm not doing anything. (Which is, of course, not true.) Most days feel like I'm either not coming up for air or I'm just wasting the day.
So I'm not going to settle anymore. I'm going to strive for more (closer to) perfection. At least I'm going to try.